Urban Supernatural Medical Saint-Chapter 1071 - 1070: World-Shaking
The energy magic patterns filled the sky, falling one after another.
This was indeed an energy storm.
When those raindrops woven from vast sword energy splashed across the land.
They crashed down on the 300,000-strong skeleton sea army!
Crunch.
Crunch, crunch...
The skeletons, suddenly stumbled and collided with the sky!
All the skeletons seemed to be burning, and those energy raindrops hitting them were a hundred times more terrifying than acid. Instantly burning through black holes.
The raindrops were swift, covering the entire sky.
The skeletons’ entire bodies seemed to be doused in fire!
Crash!
Crash, crash!
All those skeletons started emitting white smoke... black holes appeared on their bodies, forcing them to collapse completely, falling piece by piece to the ground.
Like fragments of glass.
What a rain of destruction.
It seemed that only in this way could the 300,000-strong army be resolved in one move!
One rain! Not a single one left, all drenched!
This vast righteous energy was a deadly weapon to the skeleton army.
But for the Eastern cultivators, it was a lifesaver!
The rain hit their fragile protective shields.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The shields shattered!
Cracking like a mirror.
"It’s over!"
"Mr. Fang is going to kill us too!"
Despair.
Fear.
Alarm!
This rain of destruction, how is it different from the previous explosion of heavy weaponry? Killing even their own?
No—
Just when the energy rain hit the cultivators’ bodies.
They suddenly found out that this energy had merged into their bodies.
The injuries within were gradually healing!
The injured, all were recovering.
The depleted inner essence was also continually absorbing these enormous energy raindrops!
"My God! My wound is healed!"
"My inner essence is restored!"
"Ahahaha... I feel full of strength!"
"So magical! Unbelievable!"
"This is a rain of salvation! This is a rain of destruction!"
In an instant, the cultivators dropped their defense shields, allowing the rain to hit their bodies, their cheeks! Letting the energy magic patterns nourish their bodies, the fatigue, scars, and weakness all dispersed by these warm energy magic patterns.
Warmer than the sun in winter.
More comfortable than soaking in a hot spring!
The Eastern cultivators closed their eyes to enjoy it, dancing and leaping on the spot.
There were shouts of joy and celebration! The mountain echoed with praises!
"Emperor Yu!"
"Emperor Yu!"
"Emperor Yu!"
Cultivators from other regions were completely captivated by Fang Yu’s move. All prejudice and discontent turned into worship and awe at this moment!
In their minds, Fang Yu’s image reached an unprecedented height!
He was God!
In the air, those energy magic patterns continually showered down.
Declaring to the world—
He was God!
A warrior who traversed 3,000 li; once blocked a million troops with one sword.
Such was the truth.
Everyone was utterly convinced by Fang Yu’s move.
Even Mo Huajian, who was at the Daoist Saint Realm, looked at Fang Yu in the sky with a face of shock.
"Xiaoyu... do you think there’s a cultivator in the Void Saint Realm in this world who can destroy a 300,000-strong army in one move?" Mo Huajian asked while keeping his gaze fixed on Fang Yu.
Xiaoyu was no less shocked than Mo Huajian: "Miss... not to mention 300,000, even 100,000 would be unlikely! This... how is it possible! This kid is not human! Definitely not human!"
"It seems, you and I need to reassess this person... what exactly is in his mind... weaving energy magic patterns silently from the beginning. Such massive energy magic patterns, like a rain of destruction. Vast righteous energy was precisely the energy feared by these skeletons resurrected by witchcraft. Transforming energy magic patterns into rain, descending from the sky... This is the most perfect move I’ve seen in my 50,000 years of cultivation!"
For the first time, Xiaoyu did not refute Mo Huajian’s point.
Xiaoyu completely agreed.
They racked their brains to find a solution for these 300,000 troops but had no good method.
This was even based on Mo Huajian being a Daoist Saint.
Fang Yu achieved it, even to the extreme.
...
On the mountaintop,
Li Lao and the wizards were in disbelief as they witnessed this scene.
"This... how is it possible!?"
"No—"
Pff—
At the moment the last skeleton collapsed, Li Lao spat out a mouthful of blood.
With the skeletons’ death, his primordial qi would be greatly wounded.
His face turned pale instantly, trembling all over.
Disbelief, unwillingness, defiance!
"Li Lao!"
"Li Lao!"
Two young members of the Witch Clan hurriedly supported Li Lao.
Worry, fear, tension.
Li Lao’s mouthful of blood indicated he was powerless to continue fighting!
"Li Lao!"
Li Lao forcibly suppressed the grief in his heart, raised an old hand, and said: "It’s up to you... don’t be kind, don’t be sad, your future is down there... down there!"
"Yes... Li Lao!"
The two young people burst into tears.
Can crying solve the problem?
Absolutely not.
Just in a matter of moments, the two young people stopped crying and laid Li Lao down.
The weak Li Lao squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them.
With all his strength, he said a sentence: "I hope, I can see this victory..."
"Li Lao, please hold on... you definitely... definitely will!"
"Definitely!"
...
The 300,000-strong skeleton army.
Was completely defeated by this rain of destruction.
Turned into a ground full of fragments.
Whoosh.
The light disappeared instantly.
The Eastern cultivators, were filled with admiration as they stared at Fang Yu in mid-air.
Suddenly, the moment Fang Yu retracted his hand, his body became unsteady, quickly descending. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"Mr. Fang!"
"Brother Yu!"
Seeing this scene, how could Ye Wenjun let him fall to the ground.
Almost instinctively, Ye Wenjun poured his whole strength and flew over.
Catching Fang Yu with one hand, they slowly landed.
Ye Wenjun felt somewhat guilty—
After performing such a powerful move, how could there be any strength left?
After landing, everyone surrounded them.
Gazing with worry.
Fang Yu was already drenched in sweat, his face pale. Yet he wore a smile, satisfied with the scene before him—
"Fortunately... everything is under control."
Saying this, a hot tear unexpectedly fell from Ye Wenjun’s eyes onto his body.
"See, I’m fine..."
"Alright, alright... I won’t do this again... really tiring."
"Don’t cry... so many people watching, it’s quite embarrassing..."
The surrounding people, without any disdain or scorn, only smiled softly.
How nice.
Ye Wenjun composed himself and helped him up.
Looking at the ground covered in skeletons, he was momentarily speechless.
Piling up like mountains. Perhaps this is it...
"It’s over... we won!"
"We are victorious!"
However, just as they were about to cheer.
Mo Huajian’s voice arrived—
"It’s not over yet! Look at the mountaintop!"
Yet another mist approached!
Everyone was horrified, continuously retreating.
"This... how can it be!?"
"Isn’t it..."
"Can these skeletons killed by vast righteous energy rise again?"
Watching this, Fang Yu.
Slightly furrowing his brow, raised his hand, and said loudly: "This isn’t rising again... all along, I never really killed them!"
Fang Yu’s words sent a shockwave through everyone!
